Are we still buddies?
No, we're not! I thought we were devoted lovers.
No, we are just two characters chosen for a task. Stick beside me, a storm is approaching, and another sunset will follow to harvest a smile from the dark and the anxious faces. Hold me tight, darling, don't let space penetrate our closeness. I loved you like a friend, like a lover, a mother, a father, a child, a wild desire. In that search for my willingness, I have enslaved many souls and dropped them in a cave of hate. Are we still buddies? Are we? No, we're not, you are a passing season, and I'm the earth, you are dancing lightning, and I'm the sky. We joined in an assembly of chaos, but the time consumed you.

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